And back I
Am at the
Drawing board creating
My Prince Charming
Sometimes I think
That love has
Passed me by
Like an empty
Postbox that I’ll
Never feel the
Saturating rain of
Affection like Sahara
That I’m destined
To dream like
A sleepy child
Month: June 2021
Soaring
I’m like a
Bird on wire
Teetering uncertain where
To next but
Knowing that my
Wings will get
Me there eventually
I’m not worried
As I’ve fallen
Before the skies
Are mine let
The ground for
Those who cannot
Soar towards heaven
Whistle
I remember that
Whistle you made
At me down
That one dark
Wet lonely street
Years ago hailing
Me like a
Cab that sound
Causing me to
Turn towards you
Ears cocked like
A dog or
A child at
His mother’s voice
How’d I know
Then that you
Were calling me
Home at last
Sounds
I’m one that
Needs sounds silence
To me is
Like dirt thrown
Into a hole
I need music
Or chatter or
The birdied harmony
I need the
Sweet sounds of
Angels as I
Sleep the purrs
Of cats and
Bark of dogs
I need to
Hear my heart
Sing so sweetheart
Let me hear
Your laughter your
Tears and the
Sweetest of melodies
That you are
SingYourSong
And you’re quiet
Absent like a
Student from school
Your desk empty
Blue you said
Yet I worry
You’ll emerge again
Like the summer’s cicadas
Singing your melody
And making noise
Which is music
Only to me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 